Monday, November 29, 2010

Cheesy Love

and I love it... Smile :)

Saturday, November 27, 2010

a doormat or a force to be reckoned with?

I am going to start this with a precursor... maybe that is not the best way to start a post but nonetheless that is how this one will start.
Precursor---> I was up until 3am working on a group project... by myself (with a little help from my husband, because unlike my group he has to live with me and when I'm stressed I sing to myself and he was trying to play a video game... wow I'm rambling... but I warned you) I then woke up at 9:30 to continue work on said project and finally finished about ten minutes ago.

So, I might not be all the way awake... or sane at this point. You know that is a possibility. If you have ever taken an abnormal psychology class you know that stress can bring about mental illnesses such as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder especially from the ages of 18- 25 (and that is when we go to college... why?!) but the likelihood of me loosing it over a group/ Heather does all the work project is highly unlikely. If that amount of stress would have caused me to go over the edge it would have happened a long time ago.

ANYWAYS... The point of this post is that I am not very pleased with myself at the moment. Somehow, I landed the job of staying up until 3am working on a group project that I have planned and executed much by myself even before last night. And I did it. Sure, I cursed my group member's very existence several times over last night, and then when I finally did get to bed I had dreams about one of the members stealing our book and asking for a ransom in the form of an iPad for it. But the point is, I did it. Why?! Why didn't I just not do it and let them fall on their faces? Because that would mean me falling as well. And I don't want to. So the question I am still trying to figure out about myself is this: Am I a doormat or a force to be reckoned with? I suppose that one could say I will end up learning the most out of this project (like proofreading at 3am is NOT a good idea and now I know how to use Microsoft Publisher and Photoshop beyond what I will probably ever need again) but... does it matter?

The rest of my group wasn't willing to figure out how to do those things (one of them is in Mexico, one was at Jazz game and the other drove home to SLC and went to bed). But, what if I would have said NO! I have planned this entire project out, I have delegated work and then had to redo it because all you did was copy and paste from articles online, and I had to reformat almost every single picture because you wouldn't take the time to upload it in the right format. I am NOT going to make this book by myself. What would have happened? Would somebody else have stepped up and done it? Sad to say, out of this group... I doubt it.

So what does that make me? A doormat or a force? Maybe I'll get back to you on that one...

Friday, November 26, 2010

Wanna hear a funny story?

Gabe and I were soo excited about the other's main Christmas present...
Just to find out we bought each other the same thing for Christmas.
ha ha ha...

The Complete Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson

We are both big fans of Calvin and Hobbes and lately we've come across comics that explain one or the other almost to a T and so we both thought how perfect?!
A little too perfect I guess...

I think it's pretty funny. Now we just have to figure out how returnable they are :P

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

I don't know what to think...

Satan is SO good at what he does. Ok, so he calls good bad and bad good but then he goes a step further and tries to make you sympathize with the bad and be angry with the good.

And it is SO frustrating.

I know that acting on homosexual feelings is wrong. I also know it is wrong to bully, make fun of and belittle those who do. So where is the medium? How do I respect someone as a human being but not as a homosexual? How do I love someone for who they are but not for what they believe in?

I get not saying "that's so gay." I understand not using the three letter f word, and I don't think gay jokes are really all that funny unless they are in good taste (I tend to laugh at jokes aimed towards me too as long as they are harmless)

But what I don't get is how I am supposed to talk to someone about being gay, having crushes on someone of the same sex, etc. Do I even talk about it? I don't believe in not associating with someone because of their choice of sexuality (unless its towards little kids... that's just creepy)
But I do have my beliefs and I want to be able to respect people while not having what I believe trampled on.
When I was at Stanford there was one other girl who was conservative in our entire group of friends. It was really difficult and sometimes some pretty hurtful things were said about us, whether it was to our face or not because we believe in God, or didn't believe in abortion or gay marriage. I never want to inflict that hurt on someone else. I never want to be the cause of that pain. But I want to be able to express my beliefs and be given the same respect I strive to give others.

But how does that happen?
I suppose this is probably one of those questions I take to Heavenly Father in sincere prayer.

Monday, November 15, 2010

This is Why I'm A Mormon...

I have been completely stressed for one reason or another for probably about a month straight. But as I sit here listening to songs about the Savior and his birth I can't feel anything but peace and an overwhelming gratitude for what He has done for me.

I love the peace the gospel of Jesus Christ has brought into my life, how I have been able to bless the lives of others through it and learning what it means to truly love

Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas

Saturday, November 13, 2010

So... we have discovered I can bake but not cook...

tonight I ruined a box of hamburger helper...

Instead of setting it on simmer for 25 minutes I put it on mid heat...

dinner was... crunchy

poor Gabe. at least he can never say my cooking will make him fat :)

Friday, November 12, 2010

Kidney Stones...

Everyone gets sick... I get sick a little more than the average person but its something I have accepted, or so I thought. I've never had cancer, I've only had a handful of surgeries in my life and I have nothing life threatening. I have always considered being sick to be an annoyance (which is sometimes expencisve, ICU bills don't come cheap) but one I could live with. And then I got kidney stones. I HATE kidney stones and they most obviously hate me. I found myself getting angry last night because I was sick yet again...

I know I should be grateful that they are temporary, that I live in a country with access to good health care and that I have a husband who will stay up until past 1am with me until the painkiller kicks in...
I AM grateful for all of these things

But I think I will be even more grateful when the time comes that I can be thankful for good health

This is going to be random...

I am starting a new job Monday. I will now be a secretary in a building on campus.

I am usually the adventurous type. I love starting a new semester because... its new! I love trying new items at restaurants and I am usually up for any challenge.

But...
I am scared to death of this new job. Maybe its because of how quickly it all came about (on Wednesday I had a professor suggest I apply for this job, I had an interview that day and an hour later they called me to say I was hired). Maybe it's because I have worked at the same on campus job since my second semester at BYU and maybe there is no real reason behind it except sometimes I am a big chicken.

It's a great opportunity, pays a little better and best of all I get to do homework in my downtime, which will be SO nice next semester when I am taking 16+ credits.

So why does it seem like there is a rock in my stomach? Who knows...